Eighty eight miles per hour... one point twenty one gigawatts... a whole load of cocaine... we're all away here...

Five weeks, five days a week, five fifty five minute sessions a day. In this way five months of philosophy shall be learnt, exams smashed, direction achieved.

Chapters 11 and 12 of Yorrick were written last December through January, but I forgot to send them out. Read The One Before The End and feel very much cheated, especially if you expected anything entertaining to come of this. It doesn't get better, trust me.

In the best physical shape I can remember being, which is odd since I do even less now than before. Or maybe it's just 'cos I eat less... In which case not better, rather wasting. Hoom. Two meals in the last five days? And no snacks at all? And staying awake for 36 hours at a time? How this makes for good living... It is beyond me.

Find attached also scans of my head. Far too long since the last time and this time 'round there's funky lighting too.

The websites returned last August, with only a whispered announcement... been getting by with about half the traffic of before... but no longer! Go see at http://homepage.mac.com/megasad/ and sign the guestbook in the Comic Book Library. Because this is the kind of thing I wrote back in December '99, when all this was starting out, and I used Arial and Bold and Red, Blue, Green, all bright, shiny, new.

Screenshots! desktop1.jpg and desktop2.jpg are a couple I took for one of my websites. That's what OSX looks like on a Mac. If any of you are using Unix/Linux/WindowsXP then please send me a screenshot also; I haven't seen any of those in real use and would like to. Or if you just have something pretty and want to share.

Speaking of sharing, do you remember the Freaks Webshite? Started by Michelle, continued by me, completely redundant at the time because we were all still at school? It spluttered to death this time last year. But now we're not all still at school. In fact, most of us are all over the place, or will be very soon. So, the question is; if I were to resurrect it, would any of you spank a monkey's arse? Or, more importantly, contribute up-to-date information and photos? Let me know if you want in. I'll send out a revised questionnaire soon. Hell, potential may actually be realised!

Suicide webcams? You'd think there'd be loads of the wee buggers, wouldn't you? I would. You've got millions and millions of people using the Interweb and a hell of a lot of those people are poor, demented nutbars with no social skills and bad smells; prime candidates for self-imposed natural selection.
    With great power comes great responsibility. That is, with the ability to talk to the entire world, you must consider the entire world's needs. So. You're going to blow your brains out? Do it on a webcam for Bob's sake! And set it up so that your website archives the photo, maybe even with a little goodbye. And include easy-to-Google keywords, such as "suicide webcam". Please.
    In this way, when morbid fiends such as myself go in search of real-life head-splodes, we won't be disappointed by generic porn pages and the false-hope-raising "suicide || webcam" site menu fragment.

Flux capacitors... loving your mother... Pieces, Faeceophilia and Ubu.

I shall librarianise you all... Best Librarian Ever... and then we'll see who's sorry.

Final Chapter 12 as soon as I finish polishing.

I think I'm going to go shopping; reason I haven't ate in five days is no food left. So buying some would make sense. Or just sleep another day.

Remember, sign the guest list at my Comic Book Library.

Later,
Caleb


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